Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It's late afternoon - the sun is just setting (a cold yellow colour) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you.
Jean WebsterIt isn't the big pleasures that count the most; it's making a great deal out of the little ones.
Jean WebsterThe more I study men, the more I realize that they are nothing in the world but boys grown too big to be spankable.
Jean WebsterI have a terrible wanderthirst; the very sight of a map makes me want to put on my hat and take an umbrella and start. I shall see before I die the palms and temples of the South.
Jean WebsterBe careful not to keep your eyes glued to detail. Stand far enough away to get a perspective of the whole.
Jean Webster